The girls are shrieking and running up and down the hall with Willow's new "B", or ball, as the adults call it. The grownups wish that they'd go to sleep.

I got paid $75 to teach a church summer camp about bugs today. The administrative assistant brought in a couple of bugs that she'd found in the neighborhood, to see if I could identify them. It only took a glance. "Cockroaches," I told her. She didn't look to pleased with that particular bit of information. They want me to come back tomorrow for the classes that didn't get to see me today.

The computer has been acting up, and I've lost a few posts before I could publish them. So you might never read this. We'll see.